When these tunes play,
words say,
"Nothing."

In the space,
only in this void.
Between your ears,
heart plays coy.

Pages blank.
Rivers flood.
Midnight passage.
The moon reflecting,
Clearly in murky water.

Expressing not,
but that which wishes;
The scent left by her hair,
on the back of her neck.

Kills it in a moment,
Regret not;
Love will **** us all.

We won’t ever see,
nor will words communicate.
Lights shut off,
through slits unopened.

Sleep now.